| New Hogwarts Students Shrouded in Secrecy |
[Dec. 4th, 2007|01:05 pm] |
Never one to put too much store by convention, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has recently begun to take in strays, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Hogwarts Correspondent. The newest influx of Hogwarts 'students' arrived not by train, as is the norm, but rather were smuggled into the castle under cover of darkness this past Halloween.
The Headmaster's official statement regarding these new students was that they were the sole survivors of a plague that ravaged their small village. The children in question have been quarantined in a secluded part of the castle. As of this writing, the Daily Prophet has been unable to locate the village, and has uncovered no evidence of the alleged plague that occurred there.
'Pure rubbish!' exclaimed one interested observer.
Rumours abound that the children in question are from a leper colony and are at the school to assist in the training of students interested in Healing. More troubling is the speculation that these children have been forcibly brought to Hogwarts for the purposes of nefarious alchemical research.
Ministry officials had no comment on the matter, although Madam Bagnold maintains that Albus Dumbledore 'has [her] complete trust.' Sources close to the Minister, however, intimated that a thorough investigation of the school might soon be underway. |
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| Evening at the Blacks' Home |
[Dec. 4th, 2007|07:39 pm] |
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Something had to be done about Dumbledore. That was all there was to it.
She'd known it for months, of course. The Dark Lord hated Albus Dumbledore like no one else. Oh, they said he feared Dumbledore, but they didn't know him. Bella knew better; the Dark Lord feared nothing. Still, that old Muggle-loving fool could ruin everything. If the Death Eaters were to succeed, and deliver the wizarding world to their master on a silver platter, Dumbledore had to be out of the way -- and the sooner, the better.
Bella raised the door knocker and rapped sharply. She knew Rita Skeeter was nothing more than a muck-raking simpleton who was trying to sell papers, but she had given them an opening, and they'd be idiots to waste it. Stepping back from the front door, she glanced over her shoulder to make certain none of the Muggles were paying her undue attention. As much as she would enjoy torturing a few of them this evening, she had more important matters to attend to. She knocked again, getting impatient. The lamps were all lit, so they must be home...
[Open to Narcissa and Lucius (if he's there already).] |
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